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Woodstock Hood Hop - Crooked I (Ft. Slaughterhouse)
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Woodstock Hood Hop Crooked I (Ft. Slaughterhouse)

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Woodstock Hood Hop - Crooked I (Ft. Slaughterhouse)
[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
H-E- (what?)
L-L-O, i’m one hell of a show
I’m the best, you stuck in the middle like l-m-n-o
I’ll piss on you, let every toxic elements go
All you pussies is fucked, call me now celibate Joe (ay!)
Ay Slaughterhouse, let’s go rock Ed Sullivan Show
I literally can’t front, I’m back like never befo’ (oh!)
I’ma rap my letter to hoes
Dear prostitute, I miss y’all lettin’ me slap my head on your nose
Where the fuck is my guitar? It couldn’t of went far
Oh yeah, I smashed it on homie head in that Brook-lyn bar
Man I’m somewhere in between a crook and a star
Had some more bars but I left my rap book in the car

[Hook: M.O.P.]
Yo, this that Woodstock hood hop
Hands up if you fuckin with it
We reppin Brooklyn (c'mon!) Jersey (c'mon!)
Long Beach (c'mon!) Detroit (c'mon!)

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
Spazz out, knock a nigga ass out
Knew he had a paper thin chin and a glass mouth
West Coast Shit, Seven-Deuce glass house
Got a Lil' Fame so me and my Posse Mash Out
I ain't got a college degree, just a Circle of Bosses
The Slaughter's in me, pardon me G
I just wanna fuck your daughter and flee
And leave all that married shit in the background like I'm Father MC
Cocky but don't be a copy cat
When you see me rocking that
LA Kings hockey hat
I'm the king of LA, Do you copy that?
Time for some change like Obama in a Laundromat
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